Suicide is the only solution to the myriad of problems life has given me

Retching

Gagging

Dying

Veronica stood idly by, completely Frozen in shock

Heather's eyes were bloodshot, her eyebrows knit together as she gasped for air.

Her tongue was stained a dark greenish blue, her raspy voice filled the room.

Her trachea had to be closing.

She held her throaht with her hands as her head bobbed back and forth, gagging.

She walked frowards.. not even sure where she was stepping... She closed her eyes tightly.. opening them once again to show the sense of panic Veronica wouldn't have expected. Heather did not want to die. Her eyes were wide and they made they're way to look into Veronica's shocked brown ones.heather turned away and squeezed her eyes shut as she scratched at her throat as if it were itching.

She then gasped her last words.

"Corn-"

Her voice stopped... Gathering that last gasp of air as her scratchy voice growled like a demon.

"Nuts!"

And after gasping the name of her favorite snack,(reasons Veronica had no clue of)

Heather Chandler nodded off.. her eyes closing, losing control of her body. She collapsed and smashed through her expensive glass coffee. Table.

Heather Chandler was dead. The almighty bitch had crashed. But it wasn't Veronica's fault... Was it-?

Veronica felt bad.

But not as bad as she should.

That made her feel worse.